The miners' camp has been doing all year round, besides working hard, they only practice one move, from top to bottom, and slashing desperately. Even if the spear has broken through their armor and the big sword has touched their bodies, their first reaction is to use all their strength to chop down the raised sword.

I die, and you die too.

This desperate style of fighting will make any army tremble.

Compared with the Ming army, the Qin army lost a lot of equipment. The five thousand heavy cavalry that rushed to the forefront were already an elite strong army built by Deng's efforts and spending countless money. However, in front of the miners' camp, their equipment was still incomparable to their opponents.

The armor of the miners' camp is thicker and has better defense performance. The big sword in their hands is sharper. The armor that even covers their faces look particularly hideous.

The Qin soldiers could not see the other person's expression or feel the other person's emotions. They faced the cold steel men who seemed to be mechanically waving their big swords. No matter how strong the mind was, in front of such a steel ocean, a deep sense of powerlessness would appear deep in their hearts.

Zou Zheng was very excited, and felt that every pore in his body was bursting out with fighting spirit. This was the army, this was the war. When each batch of hundreds of knives were raised at the same time, and with the sound of yo, he felt that he was extremely powerful. At this moment, he even felt that even a master above level nine stood in front of him, he could never stop him and the hundreds of knives with him.

Go forward, go forward!

Slash, chop!

The soldiers in the miner's camp had no other thoughts in their minds, and regardless of what was going on in front of them, they just moved forward and chopped down everything in front of them until they fell down.

Huo Guang walked at the forefront. This was his real first time in such a cruel battle. The first time both sides charged, he invested tens of thousands of troops. His eyes were full of flying swords and guns, his ears were filled with angry howlings and dying screams.

Personal power is really insignificant on this battlefield! This is his only feeling now.

At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he was at the peak of level nine and was already a half-step master. He forgot that he had countless moves to deal with the situation in front of him. His face was flushed and his eyes were bloodshot. He swung his sword mechanically and shot out. The only difference from ordinary soldiers was that each of his attacks was extremely powerful. With one knife, the enemy horses and cavalry, together with their men and horses, were almost broken into two pieces.

Because of Huo Guang's existence, they were deeply embedded in the enemy's formation. On other attack surfaces, the miners' battalion was struggling to support it, and was even regressed by the powerful impact of the cavalry. Only here, they did not retreat but advance.

The Qin cavalry naturally started to attack the assault lineup from the left and right wings, trying to surround them and cut off their connection with the large army. The miners' battalion desperately wanted to maintain this protruding point. Unconsciously, this place was like a vortex, attracting more and more people there.

Lu Feng let out a long breath.

If the crossbow soldiers at the forefront were included, he had paid a total of nearly 500 soldiers in four rows of soldiers so far, and finally made the running Qin cavalry pause and the two sides squeezed together.

The opponent's casualties were no less than this. Of course, they were more likely to die after being tripped by the initial crossbow arrows and steel cables hidden in the grass. The powerful impact of the cavalry allowed them to have the advantage at the moment of contact between the two sides. Even the steel battalions of the miners' camps were still as vulnerable as a mantis armed chariot under the impact of thousands of kilograms of war horses.

The previous arrangement played a huge role. Under continuous obstacles, the cavalry no longer had the advantage of speed. They had to get entangled with the soldiers of the miner's battalion, or wanted to distance themselves and launch a second charge, but Lu Feng would not give them such a chance again.

"The whole army attacked." Lu Feng roared angrily.

On the right wing of the battlefield where he was fighting fiercely, Qin Feng looked at the fierce waves of the Qin cavalry with a little nervousness. It was not until the miners' camp stabilized the front and began to fight back on the whole line that he let out a long breath. The most important thing was the first wave. After he withstanded it, he was more confident in this battle.

He would not let the Qin army organize a second wave of charges.

He raised the knife in his hand. The skeleton flag of the Fire Death Camp fluttered in the wind.

The horse and monkey rode out and shouted loudly: "The death camp, live to death, attack!"

The Three Thousand Fire Death Camp shouted in unison and rushed forward.

On the left wing, Yu Chao raised his horse spear, and the five thousand cavalry soldiers rushed towards the Qin army in the distance like a flood.

In the Qin army lineup, two Qin troops, with five thousand men each, headed towards the Ming army on both sides.

Yu Chao's current mood is indescribable. Leading a powerful cavalry to the battlefield was his lifelong dream, but in the forefront, this dream could only be buried deep in his heart. Things in the world were unpredictable. When he became an officer of the Ming Dynasty, this dream turned into reality.

This is the cavalry he has worked hard to polish for nearly two years. This is the first time they have stepped onto the battlefield and are facing one of the most powerful cavalry on this continent, the Qin Iron Cavalry.

If this battle is won, the Ming cavalry will be won by the gods in one battle.

If this battle is won, Yu Chao will be famous all over the world.

This battle will definitely be won!

The Ming Dynasty will win!

Yu Chao's thoughts were in his mind, but he could not make it clear before his horse's hooves. But now he could rob him of the Qin State, and rob him of the Qin State's wasteland horses.

The Ming Dynasty took many methods to cultivate war horses, but these were not effective in a short period of time. What is faster than robbing others?

He hung the horse lance in the buckle on the saddle and took off the longbow on his back. He was a scout and was known for his archery skills. When he went to Yanshan to suppress bandits, they were ambushed by the current emperor. His arrows caused considerable trouble to the emperor. Now, he raised his bow again, but he was fighting side by side with the emperor.

The bowstrings sounded continuously, and the leather armor of the Qin cavalry could not block his arrows at all. Every roar of arrows was a cavalry falling off a horse.

The so-called Qin heavy cavalry! Yu Chao sneered in his heart. Five thousand real Qin heavy cavalry were fighting with the miner's battalion this time. They were dragged by the miner's battalion. The cavalry he faced was so weak in his eyes. Look at his soldiers, even the horses were wearing leather armor, and the soldiers were all specially made Kai armor, which was light but had excellent protective performance. This is the Ming Guangkai, which was stamped with hydraulic power in one go, became a cavalry and improved again, and the weight was greatly reduced, but the multiple forging techniques did not reduce their protective performance at all.

The emperor spared no effort to invest in cavalry. Yu Chao once calculated in his heart that even an ordinary cavalry, with equipment and war horses, would cost hundreds of taels of silver.

We must be worthy of the real money and silver that the emperor paid to build cavalry.

Yu Chao put away his bow and lifted up his horse spear.

Five thousand cavalry and five thousand horse lances. They also had a ring-headed sword on their backs. In the words of Su Kairong, the Minister of the User Department, the Ming Cavalry Battalion was a moving mountain of gold.

The two torrents squeezed together, and the black-armored Ming army and the gray Qin army merged together instantly.

Qin Feng rushed to the top, and the iron knife held high in his hand had turned dark red, and there seemed to be a hot air flowing in the air. This knife was not considered a magic weapon, but he had been following Qin Feng for many years.

The soldiers of the Three Thousand Fire Death Camp were the most powerful existence in the Ming Dynasty. Every soldier here was a powerful soldier selected from the various troops. The emperor's personal army composed of them was a terrifying existence.

Eunuch Le put on his armor. He did not use a knife, but used an extremely rare chain gun. He destroyed the horse and was closely accompanied the emperor, and was not in a hurry to kill the enemy. His eyes just fell on the emperor. In his opinion, killing the enemy was not his duty. His duty was to protect the emperor well and eliminate all possible hidden dangers for the emperor.

What's more, he knew very well that today, the emperor was going to face a master, and at this moment, no one knew where the master was hiding.

It is already a terrifying thing to fight against a master, and it is something he dare not imagine if he has to face a sudden attack from a master.

But the emperor seemed to have forgotten the highlight of today. At this moment, the big sword that had turned into dark red was shaved, and the person was burnt before the blade could reach the point where the blade was reaching.

As the commander of the personal soldiers, Ma Hou had long forgotten his duty to protect the emperor. He was so excited that he was like a mad dog or a swimming fish that kept beheading the enemy.

When Mahou entered the death camp, he was still young, and his kung fu was completely killing. How to use the least effort to kill the enemy was his pursuit, because if he hadn't thought about it this way, he would have died long ago.

The Three Thousand Fire Death Camp was the smallest Ming army on the three battlefields, but it was the first one to have the upper hand. The five thousand Qin troops who faced them were soon cut into several pieces by them, and each of them fought for their own battles, and it was difficult to echo each other. On the other hand, the Death Camp was free to advance and retreat, echoing each other, changing positions, strengthening them, like fish in water.

Deng Pu was on this battlefield, but he now looked like a soldier, a soldier with great luck. Following a Qin general, he had already picked up a bargain and killed several Ming troops, and his body was covered with blood. On such a chaotic battlefield, it was really inconspicuous.

The Qin army where Deng Pu is located is approaching Qin Feng bit by bit.
Chapter completed!